Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-01-01

the &C 10 Enelish tongue; II did
write jus; t. i.iease myself-it was my onlls
that did make Of it money-you understand,
sha Shall you not speaki Must I again hit
your
4C4o on,n said Thatcher, laughing.
II did find out, when came to you at the
mine, that had forged against you the name
Of Aicheltorena. to the lawyer went, and
found that it was so-of . verity-so! SO! all
the time. Look at me not now, Don Royal
It Is forgaire you stare At"
Garment
"Hoosh Shall have to hit you againr l
did overlook all the paperA found the appli.
cation; it was written by me. There
She tossed over the back Of her chair an
envelope to Thatcher. He opened it.
u see," he said gently, @you repossesssd
yourself Of til"
"What is that-'r-r-r-e-possessf"
aWhyp Thatcher hesitated - "you got
possession of this paper-this innocent for
gery-again."
"Oh! You think me thief as well As q
forgaire. Go awayi Get up. Get out"
my dear girl"
@Look at the paperl Will youi Oh, you
Eillyi"
Thatcher looked at the paper. In paper,
handwriting, age and stamp it was identical
with the formal, clerical application Of
Garcia for the grant. The Endorsement Of
Nicheltorena was unquestionably genuine.
But the application scas made for Royal
Thatcher. And his own signature was imi-
tated to the very life.
II had but one letter Of yours wiz your
name" /" said Carmen, apologetically; land it
was the best poor me could do"
"Why, you blessed little goose and angel,
said Thatcher, with the bold, mixed metaphor
Of amatory genius, "dont you see-"
"Ah, you don't like tit is not goodp
"My darlingp
"Hoosh! There is also an old cat up stairs
And now have here character. VIII you
sit downi Is it Of necessity that up and
down you should walk and awaken the whole
houses There!"-she had given him vicious
dab with her fan as he passed. He sat down.
"And you have not seen me nor written to
me for yearp
Garment"
"Sit down, you bold, bad boy. Don't you
here; and it is Of business that ozzer people
up stairs are thinking. Ehg
"D-n business! See here, Carmen, my dar
ling, tell mel regret to say he had by this
time got hold of the back Of Garments chair
'tell me, my own little girl, about-about
that senator. You remember what you said
to himp
"Oh, the old mani Oh, that was business!
And you say Of business, 'd-n."
Garment"
"Don Royal!"
Although Miss Carmen had recourse to her
must have been chilly, for moment later, on
his way down stairs, poor Harlowe, a sufferer
from bronchitis, was attacked with violent
fit of coughing, which troubled him all the
way down.
"Well," he said, as he entered the room, II
zee you have found Mr.. Thatcher, and shown
those papers. I trust you have, for you've
certainly had time enough. am sent by
mother to dismiss you all to bed"
Carmen, still in the arm chair, covered with
her mantilla, did not speak.
suPpoSo you aEe ny ens 1"0 Awyei
enough to know" continued Harlowe, "that
Miss De Haro's papers, though ingenious, are
not legally available, unless-"
II chose to make her . witness. Harlowe,
you're good fellowi I don't mind saying to
you that these are papers prefer that my
wife should not use. Well leave it for the
present-uninished business"
They did. But one evening our hero brought
Mrs. Royal Thatcher paper containing
touching and beautiful tribute to the dead
senator.
'There, Carmen, love, read that. Don't
you feel a little ashamed of your-your-your
lobbying"
"No,n said Carmen promptly. ut was bust
ness-and if all lobbying business was Is
honest-wellaN
THE END.